Elliott Turns Four Months Old

Dear Elliott:
Yesterday you turned 4 months old. I could not write you a letter because I was a big baby and was in bed whining about my sore tummy. I hope you’ll understand.

This last month has gone by so fast. You are so much more alert to everyone and everything around you now. You love brightly coloured objects and clothing with crazy designs or words. If someone is wearing a shirt like that, you will stare at their chest for hours, trying to figure out just WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON THERE. It’s pretty entertaining when the person holding you is female. YAY, BOOBS!

I can’t tell if you’re a mama’s boy or a daddy’s boy because I know you’re just in love with the both of us. Your face lights up the moment you see us and we say something to you or smile. I think one of the cutest things you have started doing this month is getting upset when your dad says hello to you when he gets home from work, and then leaves to go change out of his work clothes. You get so sad, thinking that he is leaving for the day again. Your bottom lip starts quivering and you get tears in your eyes. Sometimes you will even start crying. What’s wrong with hanging out with your mom all day, huh? Mom’s are cool too!

Thankfully, you are still sticking to your eating and sleeping schedule with 5 feedings a day and 15 HOURS OF SLEEP. Thank you, Elliott. Thank you for being so AWESOME. I brag about you all the time. When people hear how much you sleep they say wow, you are so lucky and I say I know and then I snicker because HAHA they have/had a bratty little shit who won’t sleep. I bet if your dad and I have any more kids they will be bratty little shits, too. Just because of all the laughing we do at the poor parents who have to deal with kids like that. Hmmm.. maybe you will be an only child. Sorry! I like my sleep.

Yesterday you had a checkup at the doctor’s office and she said you are so strong. She held you up and you kept stomping your feet around. You love doing that. The crinkle paper that they put on top of the bed’s in the exam rooms just drove you crazy. You were giggling and squeeling and smiling while flailing your arms and legs, trying to get the paper to keep making noise. You even had a great time in the baby scale when the nurse tried to weigh you. I don’t know what was so exciting about laying in a hard, cold, metal contraption but you were going nuts in there. Again with the giggling, squeeling and smiling. The nurse was trying so hard to get you to stay still so she could check your weight but you weren’t having any of that. Eventually I had to hold a pen in front of your face so you would stare at it and concentrate for a second, so she could tell me how much weight you’ve put on since your last visit. Ahhh, I love the days when I all need to do to settle you down is show you a pen. I wish it were always that easy. PS. You weigh 14 pounds, which apparently is right around what you should weigh.

Anyway, the appointment went well and the doctor said you were absolutely perfect (she’s right). You got 2 shots and you were not too happy about either of them. But you’re a big boy. You only cried for 10 seconds and then you were begging to see that pen again.

Love,
Mama